And Ridge.
She didn’t know what the future would hold for them, but with any luck, it had to be less chaotic than how they started… right?
THE END
About the Author
Samantha McCoy is from Texas but currently lives in Chicago, Illinois. She writes MC and Erotica books with a little bit of something extra. Samantha has also dabbled in Paranormal Romance.
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More Books by Samantha McCoy
Devil’s Henchmen MC
(All books are available on Kindle, Nook, iBook, and more…)
The Enforcer
The President
Sergeant At Arms
Iron Angels MC
(All books are available on Kindle, Nook, iBook, and more…)
Sapphire
Piper
Scarlet
Sable
Raven
Club Reign
(All books are available on Kindle, Nook, iBook, and more…)
Dominic
Savannah
Brooklyn
Reign
Paranormal Romance
Malcolm (A Rogue Enforcers Novella)
Coming in 2020…
Devil’s Henchmen MC - NexGen
Part III
For Hire
North Texas Dark Leopards
By Ember Phoenix
27
Sharayah
“I quit, Vinny, I’m done being treated like yesterday's trash. I can’t work in this hell hole another minute. It never used to be like this.” I yell into the office as I walk by, headed for the locker room.
“You can’t quit, you’re my best bartender. Besides if you quit, who the hell’s gonna work the bar tonight? It’s a Friday night, Sharayah. I understand you want to leave, but can you at least give me until Sunday so I can find a replacement? Please, that’s all I ask. Pretty please?” Vinny pleads as he follows me to the locker room.
Spinning around, I stop to look at Vinny, thinking for a moment, before answering, “Fine, but no more than that. If you don’t have anyone by then, it’s not my problem. Ya know, it never used to be this bad, we were the best bar in town at one point. You’ve run this place into the ground. Inventory’s done; I’ll be back tonight for my shift. Later.” Turning back around, I head into the locker room and grab my shit before slamming my locker shut and heading out.
I’ve worked in this hell hole for the last five years and it was fun at first. But then about six months ago shit started getting sketchy. I’m not naive to think it’s a new thing, but it never affected me until recently. I feel for the dancers, the clientele used to be full of “A-listers” but here lately, it’s been bottom feeders trickling in through the front doors.
Vinny has been a great boss and friend. I hate to leave him screwed, but I can't take the bullshit from the douche bags that sit at my bar night after night. Some may judge me for bartending at a strip club but the money’s so much better than at a normal bar. Besides I could care less what anyone thinks, opinions are like assholes, everyone has them and they all stink!
Sliding into the slick, black leather seat of my black, 1967 Shelby GT500, I turn the key and listen to her purr as she comes to life. It’s the one thing I can thank my grandad for! He left it to me when he passed and I’ve made sure to keep it in mint condition since it’s my most prized possession. Slipping into drive I pull out and head home to shower and change.
I have a few things to do before my shift. First thing is finding a new job. I’m not opposed to working the bar at another club, but anything is better than this at this point. Pulling into my parking spot, I turn off the engine and sit for a moment trying to collect my thoughts.
I prefer to have a game plan in place before acting as I did today but sometimes life has other plans. I can’t take the creepy guys lately. There’s one in particular that can’t seem to take a hint and I’m becoming scared for my life. I shouldn’t be afraid to go home or to work, but he has put me in that state of mind.
Getting out and heading up to my condo, I keep watch of my surroundings. Ugh, this sucks. Maybe I should look for a new place to live too, it’s a sad thought but my safest bet. Fuck.
Unlocking my door, I’m greeted by Jax, my handsome Great Dane and Raven, my jet-black shorthair, Manx kitty. Jax stands over six-foot-tall on his hind legs, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds of pure muscle. He was the runt of the litter, but you’d never know by looking at him. Now, don't get me wrong, he’s very protective of me, but he’s also a big ol’ teddy bear too.
Raven has her own personality too. She’s about fifteen to twenty pounds of solid weight. She thinks she runs the house most of the time. She even has Jax wrapped around her little paw. They’re inseparable too. Typically, you don’t see cats and dogs getting along like these two do. They cuddle, play, and fight like siblings. But that’s how they were raised so I’d expect nothing less.
“Are ya hungry? Come on let's get you some lunch!” I call to them as I head into the kitchen to feed them.
Jax walks in and sets his head on the kitchen counter by the sink, signaling he’s thirsty. Spoiled ass, prefers to drink straight from the faucet when I’m in the kitchen cooking or the bathroom brushing my teeth or even showering. He’d jump in the tub with me if I’d let him. Bad enough he hogs the bed, I pity the man I wind up with. He’ll be fighting Jax for room in bed and my attention.
Raven’s sassy little ass jumps on the counter and tries to steal the bowl before I’m even done putting food in it. Finishing up with filling their bowls, I set them down on their
